Fall For You( Love , marriage and divorce #3)

streamed through floor-to-length windows, dancing off gilded mirrors and crystal chandeliers. The plush white carpet muffled her

her movements or the ethereal beauty of her features. Dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face

was comi

onging glances at his photos, of falling asleep clutching her phone after their nightly calls. His business trip had taken him first to the rugged landscape

small of her back, the way his laughter could brighten even her darkest days. The thought of finally b

eparations. She glanced at her phone again, re-reading Clinton's message for

oom. Louise's kind eyes immediately noted the radiant smil

the answer was written all ov

r toes. "That was Clinton," she confirmed,

ous, filling the room with an almost tangible energy. "Sir is f

ading for the door. "Can you take care of Sahara for me?" she asked, referring to her beloved five year o

ar hotel, known for its unparalleled luxury and discretion. A mixture of curio

and so deeply in love-it was a beautiful thing to witness. She shook her head fondly and set abo

plans. The spa would help her relax and feel her absolute best. And the Courtyard... well, that would be the

ction. After three months apart, she intended

shed and pampered, but did little to quell the anticipation bubbling within her. As eveni

r was stunning – voluminous dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her makeup exquisitely applied to enhance her na

murmured, a small smi

excitement reached a fever pitch. When the doorbell finally rang, her heart leapt int

anticipation. Without hesitation, she threw it

d suit, made her heart skip a beat. Even after ten years together,

forward. But something in hi

ok in her appearance and the opulent suite behind her. Th

confusion and a hint of fe

way from her scantily clad form. "Maybe you sh

ing exposed in a way that had nothing to do with her lingerie. "I... I don't understand," she stammered

but maintained a distance between them that felt like a chasm. "Monique," he beg

riends recounting their breakups. But surely, that couldn't be what was happening here. Not a

oice small. "About what?

gesture she had always found endea

nearby table. She frowned, wondering where it had materialized from. Ala

ack, she asked, her voice ba

gh his hair and sighed h

hysical blow. She stood immobi

managed to choke out,

inton continued, his voice flat and

protest, unable to process

added, almost as

What good was 'sorry' when he had just shattered her dreams and destroyed th

f unfinished questions tumbled from her li

nse was cold. "

e bit out, needing to know the identity of

id of emotion. "She's pregnant....